That morning, Wendy slept in for once.When she opened her eyes, she stared at the ceiling for a long moment before realizing this was not the cold bedroom at the Carter residence.There was no breakfast she had to prepare by six on the dot, no mother-in-law waiting to be served, and no Miles.She shook her head, stepped barefoot onto the floor, and pushed open the window. Damp sea air rushed in, carrying the salty tang of the ocean.Downstairs, the breakfast stall owner was frying bacon and sausage, the oil crackling as the smell drifted upward.“Perfect timing,” Madeline called from the kitchen, sticking her head out while holding a cup of freshly bought soy milk. “The bacon and sausage will be ready in a minute. Go wash up first.”Wendy sat at the dining table, sipping the warm soy milk in small mouthfuls.“So, what’s the plan today?” asked Madeline as she scrolled on her phone. “Would you like to take a walk by the beach?”“I’d like to go to the fabric market,” answered Wen
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